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Chapter 30: The Price Of Touching Her
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Caterina looked like she was seconds away from committing fucking murder. “You absolute fucking whores,” Caterina shrieked, her voice breaking on the high-pitched scream, it was loud and raw like an animal caught in a trap. “Do you even fucking understand what you’ve done?!” Gianna laughed first. Not a pretty laugh. It was a wet, ugly sound…full of cruelty, full of filth, full of the kind of pleasure that made the skin crawl. The glass bottle slipped from her fingers as she smirked. . “Relax, princess,” Gianna sneered, sauntering lazily toward her, hips swaying. “We’re just…breaking in the new little fucktoy.” She kicked the bottle across the floor without even looking. Caterina’s fists curled so tight blood trickled from her palms. “FUN?!” she bellowed. “She was supposed to be special! She was supposed to be untouched! Did he tell y’all to touch her!!! Her body is meant for him!!! And him alone!!” Valentina just laughed, grinding her soaked cunt against Isadora’s face like t
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She didn’t know how long she stood there, fingers still buried in her cunt, staring into her own wrecked reflection. Time didn’t matter. Only sensation did. The ache.The aftermath of being ruined so thoroughly she could still feel his fingerprints wrapped around her throat. And then. The knock. She froze. Three soft taps. It was like whoever was behind that door already knew what they’d find. Her breath caught. Her legs trembled. She looked down at herself..still naked. Cum still leaking. The inside of her thighs sticky and raw. She hadn’t even wiped him off. She didn’t want to. The knock came again. “Dominic said you’d be ready.” She turned, heart slamming against her ribs. The door creaked open. And in stepped a girl..no, not a girl. A woman. Dark curls down her back. Red lipstick. Her heels clicked on the floor as she entered like she owned the place. Like she had walked in on a thousand ruined girls before and smiled at every single one of them. Her eyes dropped
